how the hell did i get to write 37 of these?! whew. well, have a few more planned out at least, and the ideas do hit harder than Izumi in a bad mood...so there is no end in sight. i hope people keep enjoying them cause i cant seem to get rid of 'em! -fireun

"What am I going to do with you?" the words, though spoken quietly as insurance against waking the rooms sleeping occupant, were warm, rich with the crooked smile gracing the speaker. Roy was draped inelegantly over his desk, pen still in hand. It was a wonder the cleaning staff hadn't poked him into wakefulness yet.

'Probably waiting for me to show up. The short leash he keeps his infamous temper on doesn't bother me in the least.'

Not that he had actually set anyone unlucky enough to wake him on fire yet…even the slim possibility made most leery of chancing it. Maes knelt at Roy's side, placed a careful hand on the other shoulder and shook gently. "I know you want to gain a rank or three, old man, but I don't think hoping the reports will be absorbed into your sleeping brain will help." Roy twitched awake, the glint in his eyes spelling a rather messy death for whomever had startled him.

"Maes." Roy snarled, the glare becoming more heated, if that were possible.

"I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?" Insert knowing wink, watch Roy's left eye twitch…

"What time is it?" Roy muttered, trying to change the subject, resigned to Maes' usual antics.

"So late that even that Hawkeye has given up and gone home for the night." Maes tilted his head to the side. "Got your eyes on the new recruit, pal?"

"Shut up, Maes."

"Do I ever, Roy?" There was a definite sparkle in Maes' eyes, a gleeful contrast to Roy's almost embarrassed irritation.

"Now would be an excellent time to start…damn it man, how the hell did you get promoted?" Roy noticed the extra marks on his friend's sloppy uniform.

"My constant hard work." Maes preened.

"Hard work my ass." Roy scoffed, trying to hide a smile. it was hard to stay aggravated when his friend looked so happy.

"Well, you still rank me, sir." Maes saluted. "Watch out though, I am creeping up on you!"

"Maes, the day you manage to climb above me is the day I just give up."

"I can't support you from above, old man. Don't worry about that. Anyway, maybe if you worked more and slept less…."

Roy threw a punch, which Maes dodged with a laugh. "Ass."

Mortari - drabbles: more addictive than crack. glad you are still enjoying these cracked out things!

Nemu - yay! glad you like them!

Jeva - the smoking man with the gun might have his own set of drabbles soon, since our rp!Havoc demands the attention, and people seem to like sniper!havoc

Animegoil - i think mustang knew what was going on, and knew the man with the gun is damn good with that gun....so the rational response would be back away slowly, kick ass later. at least that made sense in my head....